Another day of proposal writing. I’m worried I won’t finish, or it’s going to be crap, or both. Those worries aren’t helping me write, so I’m trying to put them aside. It’s raining/snowing/sleeting outside and the wind is howling. A good day for staying inside with cocoa, while listening to the classical station and writing.
It’s days like this that I’m particularly bitter about my migraines.
Days like this would normally call for fancy, confidence inspiring shoes. But my mood calls for comforting slippers instead.